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It takes a moment. Until it is spreading down his back in a shudder, and then it is warm and insistent as a hand, pressing the backs of his ribs, squeezing at the place where his heart is already so close to beating. Not a prayer. No, not a prayer: not a string of words like bells on a chain, clear and bright, insistent. Something else. Less clear but just as deep.

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Sirius has often thought about the first time they saw each other, on a train platform, one of them with half a dozen monogrammed suitcases piled up on a trolley pushed by elves, and the other with one battered suitcase carried in hand. He has thought about the way they ended up sharing a carriage by sheer luck, when nobody would sit with either of them for opposite reasons, when they tried to show off to each other with their best charms work and both were rotten. Every time Sirius thinks about it, it feels less like coincidence, and more like the universe rotating slowly with inscrutable intent. Things that happen, and happen again and again, for a reason.

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"I told him I'd never seen a film," Hannah says, in a tone that implies mistakes were made. Dean's sitting in the car waiting for Sam to come back with the coroner's reports, and apparently Hannah and Castiel are just outside Waunau, visiting some kind of angel commune. There's five of them in a rambling Victorian house, five angels and three shelter mutts and a shared garden. None of them are going back to heaven, and Hannah doesn't sound irritated about it. Just sad. Castiel is taking a tour of the garden and the chicken coop and Hannah is sitting in the bathroom with the door locked, complaining to Dean. "He told me you were fond of something called a star war."

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He doesn’t remember anymore exactly what he said to her, exactly what he thought. He just remembers this: the line of her neck and her collarbone where it disappears under her shirt, the laughter in her smile. The itchy motel sheets and the silk of her skin against his lips. Heaven hasn’t forgotten that she smelled like soap and diner food, like sulfur, like cut roses. “Doesn’t matter,” she says. “You always find your way back, don’t you?”

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There is too much blank space suddenly, again, like the room, the concrete cell, like all the years he- Erik takes a breath and focuses on the tacks in his shoes, the bolts in the wall. Hinges. Small things. Points and dots. At the back of the plane, he can hear Logan grumbling and playing with his lighter. Erik can feel the metal passing back and forth between Logan’s hands, but not the hands themselves. An untethered pendulum moving back and forth through air.

"Jesus," says Logan. When Erik turns around to stare at him, he puts his boots up on a thousand-dollar Napa leather chair without breaking eye contact. "Are we there yet?"

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he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says "thank you" and cas says "you’re welcome" very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything

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(In which Team Free Will gets a four-legged mascot.)

Sam drives her to a veterinarian’s office one day, in the stolen car he is now increasingly regarding as his, and she comes back sort of sulky and depressed from having been tricked into getting a series of vaccinations.

“I know the feeling,” Cas says, at floor level with her, while the puppy licks the underside of his wrist and makes sad eyes. “I was once immune to tetanus, but now I am forced to endure booster shots.” He looks over at Sam and Dean, and lowers his voice to a whisper. “They told me they were taking me to the zoo,” he says. He pets her ears. “You will learn to trust again.” [podfic version; 13 mins]